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"If the other party really doesn't know each other and is embarrassed, then it doesn't hurt for us to beat them up!

"Senior Brother Mo is mighty! Senior Brother Mo is mighty!"

The disciples of the Moon Sword Sect shook the sky, and the disciples of the Zhengqing Sect covered their ears and took a few steps back.

It is said that Mo Yiqian of the Moon Sword Gate has a cloudy temperament, and he has usually heard of it, but he didn't expect to turn his face when he said it.

"Senior Brother Liao, what should I do?"

Liao Chong's face was also ugly, and the other party obviously didn't care about the identity of his few disciples of the Zhengqing Sect and wanted to clean up a few of them.

"What can I do, fight with him!"

"Stubborn!" Seeing that the disciples of the Zhengqing Sect resisted, they did not have the slightest scruples about making a move. Thirteen people dealt with a few core disciples of the Zhengqing Sect with average strength, and it was a completely one-sided situation. Within a few moves, Liao Chong and others were beaten to the ground.

"Hand over the things and avoid the pain of flesh and skin!"

Mo Yiqian didn't move his hand from beginning to end, he just quietly watched his junior disciples teach the disciples of the Zhengqing Sect a lesson, his fingers caressing the strand of hair on his forehead.

"Senior brother, don't listen to him, don't hand it over! Spread it, how will other senior brothers think of us!" Liao Chong said.

"Poof!" Liao Chong spat out a mouthful of blood, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked off several ribs by a disciple of the Moon Sword Sect.

"You ...... You dare to ......" The disciples of the Zhengqing Sect widened their eyes in disbelief when they saw that their Senior Brother Liao was seriously injured by the disciples of the Moon Sword Sect.

"I don't dare to kill you, but I can't live half to death, I believe that the sect will not do anything to us!"

"Senior Brother Liao, why don't we hand it over!" Ruan Rong whispered.

"Shut up! Ahem! I'd rather ...... I'd rather die than pay!"

Liao Chong covered his chest with both hands and coughed up another mouthful of blood. When I touched a jade plate on my chest, I shouted excitedly!

"Hahaha! Our people are here! Let's hold on a little longer!"

"Brother Liao, you won't be blinded by us, right! Wherever there are people in this thousands of miles, we have searched all over them. Take out the jade plaque, I'll take a look!" The disciple of the Moon Sword Sect looked around suspiciously, and released his divine consciousness as well, but he didn't find any sign of anyone.

Liao Chong stubbornly protected the jade plaque and prevented the disciple of the Moon Sword Sect from taking it away.

"Clean up for me, these guys are not honest, they want to use this kind of lie to trick us, trick the three-year-old child!"

After speaking, there was another burst of punches and kicks, and several people couldn't stand upright.

"Forget it, you've had enough, take your things, let's go!" Mo Yi said.

As soon as they took a few steps, a cold wind blew in front of them! A handsome young man stood in front of them.

"You were the ones who hurt my junior brother who was clearing the door!" the young man said coldly.

The eyes of the Zhengqing Sect disciples lying on the ground lit up, and then dimmed, it turned out that Senior Brother Lonely Yang was alone. Nangong Silent Illusion's strength is indeed the strongest among the core disciples, but Mo Yiqian's strength should not be underestimated. And the opponent has a clear advantage in numbers.

Mo Yiqian squinted, the young man in front of him was seventeen or eighteen years old, his cultivation was above the peak of the Yuan Shen Realm, his true combat power was unknown, and he could be judged by the momentum of his body alone, and he could definitely be compared to the Separation Realm. The coldness emanating from his whole body was overwhelming, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He had heard of this person, and it was the first person among the core disciples of Zhengqingmen-Nangong Silent Illusion, also known as one of the four gentlemen of Zhengqingmen, Lonely Yang Yuanjun.

"It turned out to be Brother Nangong! Disrespectful! Disrespectful! Since Brother Nangong is also here, then this treasure naturally has a share of Brother Nangong. Those disciples are not sensible, and they have been taught by me, Brother Nangong don't mind!"

"Ridiculous! The Moon Sword Sect is so bold, robbing my Zhengqing Sect disciples in broad daylight, and having the face to share the spoils with me!"

As he spoke, the silver whip came out of his hand and whipped towards Mo Yiqian.

"Get out of the way!"

Mo Yiqian retreated from the junior disciples standing beside him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, a strong battle intent rose in his eyes, and he raised his long sword to face Nangong Silence.

"Bell, bell!" three crisp sounds, weapons struck, and sparks shot out.

Nangong Silent Illusion's long whip was obtained in a ruin a few days ago, the material is special, the surface is covered with silver scales, harder than metal, and the whole whip body is very flexible. If it hits a person, it will also leave scratches that are difficult to heal. This time, I also took out the silver whip to test the power of this long whip.

Mo Yiqian's strength is not covered, and he is also a top master among the core disciples of the Moon Sword Sect, so naturally he will not let Nangong Illusory Long Whip easily draw on his body. Coupled with the flexibility and lightness of his body, it was easy to dodge Nangong Silence's blow.

Mo Yiqian, who dodged Nangong's illusory blow, was just about to launch the sword technique, when the opponent's silver whip followed one after another. Mo Yiqian flashed sideways, kicked the ground with his feet, jumped into the air, and swooped down above the sword guide Gong Silent Illusion's head.

Nangong Silent Illusion's left arm made a "ding" sound, and the tip of the sword cut the sleeve of his shirt, revealing six small white jade swords side by side on the bracers.

"Go!" Nangong snorted softly, and the six small swords flew towards Mo Yiqian, hitting the opponent's vital point.

After a few metal crashes, Mo Yiqian took a few steps back. Five of the six small swords were flicked away by his sword, and the small sword that originally flew towards his heart hit Mo Yiqian's left shoulder, oozing a trace of blood.

Mo Yiqian poked his wound with his finger, first gasped, and then a look of intoxication appeared on his face, as if he was excited by the feeling of pain.

"Brother Nangong is really good!"

"Senior Brother Mo is too humble, please return my belongings from the disciples of the Zhengqing Sect!"

"Brother Nangong, you don't want to share it with us equally, do you want to swallow it alone? It's too unkind for you to do this!" Mo Yi let the blood strands from the wound flow out, without the slightest emotion, wiped the blood stains on his fingers, played with the strands of hair on his forehead, and pretended to be surprised!

Nangong frowned, and suddenly "Hahaha!" burst into laughter.

"I just want to keep it to myself, whatever! If you question my strength, please continue!"

The white light flashed in Mo Yiqian's left hand, and a long sword glowing with green light appeared in his hand.

"Chengying Sword!" Nangong Silent Illusion said in surprise!

"Brother Nangong has good eyesight!" Mo Yiqian's eyes jumped with excitement.

"Come on, show your ice glass sword, show your true strength, and let's have a good fight!"

"It seems that Senior Brother Mo knows me well enough!"

Nangong Silent Illusion put away the long whip, and a long sword glowing with silver and blue light appeared in his hand, this was his famous magic weapon, the Ice Glass Sword, and it was one of the top ten immortal swords alongside the Chengying Sword.

The ice glass was unsheathed, and the two swords trembled at the same time, and they were about to break free from the palms of the two. Suddenly, two streamers of blue and blue flashed and soared into the sky, only the sound of metal and the sound of sword whistle and wind were heard. In a few breaths, dozens of rounds have been made.

"Boom, boom!" The two figures staggered, jumped up from the dust and smoke, and the two magic weapons returned to their respective masters.